If We Could Accept It

Tonight I have driver's ed. again. Sigh...I'm sick of it already. I'm kind of nervous for driving, but I am more nervous that I am not going to finish everything going on in my life. It seems as I have a bunch of pins and needles stuck in me and I keep driving them in and adding more. I have to quit this exhausting acupuncture. Here is another poem based on Morrie.

“You are going to die.”
The phrase makes people shrill.
“You are going to die.”
The words themselves kill.

“One day you are not going to live.”
Denial is how people ignore this sentence.
“One day you are not going to live.”
It’s not even thought about in adolescence.

What would happen if you were told
that you had three months to live?
Would you cry or become angry?
Would you expect others to give?

Morrie was told he had
only three months left.
ALS, the eater of bodies,
took his body in an unrecognized theft.

It made his body a prison
that his mind couldn’t escape.
As it took over, he atrophied.
His body turned into a shrived shape.

Morrie was hardly ever sad.
He even considered himself lucky.
How could someone be so optimistic
about being so unhealthy?

Morrie managed to do this
because he accepted death.
He knew he was going to pass
and he then treasured every breath.

He knew it was his time
to make that finally cross of life.
He would not pout, shiver,
or even show strife.

He had his chance in life
and learned all he could.
He was complete inside
and lived life to the fullest like everyone should.

“Death”
The world thinks it is defeat.
“Death”
It is what makes our lives complete.

“Death”
If we could accept it…
“Death”
..we would understand it…

“Death”
…and we would be able to live…
“Death”
…and be able to give.